Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Shel Silverstein Poems

201. Captain Hook 4/6/2010
202. Who Does She Think She Is.... 4/7/2010
203. Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out 4/7/2010
204. Crocodile's Toothache 4/6/2010
205. The Little Boy And The Old Man 4/7/2010
206. Jimmy Jet And His Tv Set 4/7/2010
207. Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda 4/7/2010
208. Sick 4/7/2010
209. A Couple More Years 4/6/2010
210. Colors 4/6/2010
211. All The Time In The World 4/6/2010
212. Messy Room 4/7/2010
213. Bear In There 4/6/2010
214. Ations 4/6/2010
215. 100,000 Pennies 4/6/2010
216. Enter This Deserted House 1/1/2004
217. Boa Constrictor 4/6/2010
218. Crowded Tub 1/1/2004
219. 25 Minutes To Go 4/6/2010
220. A Light In The Attic 4/6/2010
221. The Giving Tree 4/7/2010
222. A Boy Named Sue 4/6/2010
223. Hug O'War 1/1/2004
224. Where The Sidewalk Ends 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Shel Silverstein

Where The Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and ...

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25 Minutes To Go

They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

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